Sowing

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Description

It was a perfect day
For sowing; just
As sweet and dry was the ground
As tobacco-dust.
I tasted deep the hour
Between the far
Owl's chuckling first soft cry
And the first star.
A long stretched hour it was;
Nothing undone
Remained; the early seeds
All safely sown.
And now, hark at the rain,
Windless and light,
Half a kiss, half a tear,
Saying good-night.

Identifier

2957.txt

Creator

Thomas, Edward (1878-1917)

Date

1979

Date Created

1979-01-01

Temporal Coverage

1979-12-31

Type

Poem

Publisher

The First World War Poetry Digital Archive

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